The True Word Leads; The Untrue Misleads.

The Dream Reveals The Reality Which Conception Lags Behind. That Is The Horror Of Life-the Terror Of Art.

There Are Times When I Am Convinced I Am Unfit For Any Human Relationship.

I Carry The Bars Within Me.

May I Kiss You Then? On This Miserable Paper? I Might As Well Open The Window And Kiss The Night Air.

He Is Terribly Afraid Of Dying Because He Hasn’t Yet Lived.